Wednesday, January 04, 2012


Wow, major memory flashback. I love bacon, I always have. When my father was dying at the VA hospital in Memphis we went to visit. They brought him bacon with his breakfast and I admired it. He offered it to me and my mother fussed because I'm sure by that point he was under a hundred pounds. I know now that she wanted him to eat because it would make him stronger. He wanted me to have it because I love bacon. While they fussed over it, I ate it all. I ♥ bacon so much.

I was three years and three months then.